Ah, joy. Today I found a nice place to stay for the next year.
After a couple of weeks of insanity, my SO and I managed to grab the elusive Coyoacan cheap-but-decent flat. The early bird and all that.
On the work side, the Big Project is going ... I wish I knew were it is going. Today my immediate Boss (not of the pointy haired variety) spent the whole day talking with
the Big Kahuna. She is not back yet.
Now there are two possibilities. She either has been given the job of the Lesser Kahuna, which means that she will make me King of the Big Project, or she has been told that we are all on skids, in which case it will be a rat race to the good laser printer for printing CVs.

I don't know, and yet I feel strangely detached about the whole thing. Really, I don't get that worked up about things anymore. Maybe it is because I have the impression that I can easily find another job.

Anyway ... noded some today, fucked around with zope (neat !), listened to the mysterious coffee machine noises, and then I noded a long spoof I wrote three years ago about the Pets Control Policy at CMU.
The dude whose boss I am (the idea still surprises me) asked for leave to telecommute from UNAM. Of course I agreed, besides we have webcams in both offices, so we can keep an eye on each other ... besides I have total trust in him.
Now I should go home before my SO starts wondering if have been eaten by a grue.

I came back to bed after my dream about drilling out of prison, but could not sleep again. Did not want to. Too full of energy after the prison break. Sometimes you wake up and have the energy to get up, and you should, even though it's an ungodly hour (4:30 a.m.). If you don't act at that point in your circadian cycle, it might be another five hours before you can get up, and then you'll feel all cranky.

So I dreamed about the prison break, and woke up feeling like: What are we doing putting all these people in prison? What exactly do we hope to accomplish by creating a little hell here on earth and throwing people into it? It's obviously not about reform anymore. So, punishment and deterrence. Well, it certainly is a deterrent for people like me. No way I want to go to prison! Terrifies me. But it's obviously not enough of a deterrent for the 1% of Americans who end up in jail, but will making it more hellish work? Why is it not a deterrent for so many people? And since they are not amenable to deterrence, what should we do once they land in jail? Whatever we're doing now is not working.

We are already quite discriminatory in how we punish crime. A woman is sent to a prison, but a man or a boy is sent to hell. Especially the boys. Rape camp. 60,000 "unwanted sexual acts" daily. Do we want to be doing this to males who then come back out into society?

Today I will not node. I will continue working on Unfinished Storiesoffline, just to take my mind off the daily soul rape. But, I will not node for the rest of the day once I'm done with this node. I solemnly affirm. I don't want to end up like that Pedro guy. I will just type in the link for my work-related site and stay there for the rest of the day. Must resist the addiction. Must not be like the flawed characters I like to write about. Oops, just got to make one more addition to the UNFINISHED STORIES DAMMIT node...

This day... urgh, I don't even know if I wanna start this...
Okey, today was another exiting day in my life. Much of it was spent in total boredom at school, learning nothing... Well, except that the cash from the locker-deposits that had been stolen from the wardens office, hadn't been returned yet. I needed that cash, after turning in my key, to get a shitload of cigarettes.
Well, anyway, got on the bus home after the day at school, had a misserable dinner, then rode a bike for the 10 kilometres back to school, and is currently spending my treasured leisuretime noding...
Not that noding isn't worth the time, it's only that *grunt* my ass gets sore from all the bike-riding stuff... Adds up to a total of 150-160 kilometres in a week, or something like 100 miles.
Wait a sec! Isn't that some kind of athlete stuff? I think I can feel sweat on my body!?!?! AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!! I'm no longer a monument to total geek-hood! Help me! Anybody!!!

Nightmare last night so no dream log today. For the most part I sit up screaming in bed. The first time I did this with my husband he shot upright to see what the heck was going on and I elbowed him a good one in the chest. He says his heart nearly stopped beating. It's a blessing that some part of my mind will not let me remember them.

Made BBQ ribs, bakers and corn on the cob last night and Number One Son called from work wanting me to bring the leftovers down. The guys from the pizza place next door came over to join in the feast! That was neat:)

kenata Some questions don't have answers which is a terribly difficult lesson to learn, be patient with yourself.

Number Two Son has informed me that he plans to graduate from High School ASAP and would like to attend Summer School to get his foreign language requirements out of the way. His geometry teacher placed 20 th in the Olympic Trials, I was so disappointed for him. He's been working towards that for years. Rumor has it at the Junior High School a teacher has posted the Urban Legend written about me on the Hall of Fame......I'm shocked! None of the kids will tell me where it is.

Went out for my walk last night and a neighbor with his baby daughter on his hip was waxing his car while three kiddos (7-12 year olds) are blasting Chubby Checker's Limbo Rock
song on a CD player. Microphone in hand Ken loudly hails me, Hello Mrs. _____
and I HAVE to
laugh at him amazed that these kids know my name since it's been 8 years since I taught at their school! Anyway a quick limbo and Kiki and I were on our way home.

What is, What Can Be

Faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.- Hebrews 11:1 (NIV)

Not knowing what tomorrow holds for me I seek to trust more fully. No matter what my situation may appear to be, trusting God brings hope.

The place was right, but I was a month and a half early for this particular class.

Relief at not having gotten off on the wrong foot after all. Relief at being able to go back home and actually get some winks before the TabNet video night tonight. But serious ambiguity about the sincerity of my renewed academic earnestness - how serious can I be about my school-career if I can't even be bothered to get the month right?

Mental note: next time some sleep is absolutely required, do not try counting sheep unless you fancy a play-by-play mental review of the entirety of Loom, which is always a good thing, but still a far cry from sleep.

It's not just me! The narrator of The Horla is also afraid of sleep and afraid of his bed! Won't my roommates be surprised when I burn down the house! Tee hee...

I did some research and apparently I will be in London when all the good rock shows are passed through and gone. Oh well, maybe I will just make an effort to break things and steal out of so called 'royal' dumpsters. Does anyone know what the royal family throws out, is it some type of federal offense to steal it?

the other day, I decided that doing anything illegal within visual range of a post office is a federal crime. I am in deep shit cause my apartment is right across the street from one.

two dreams:
1) I was handed a bag full of condoms which had secret codes written on them. I spent much of the dream deciphering the codes, however I can't remember anything they said.
2) I bathed in a chewing gum and milk, more comfortable than you would think.

There is a small pile of used kleenex's accumulating beside my computer. Oh - there goes another! Pretty soon I will be drowning in my own bodily waste. Today I am sick and it is not fun. Normally I enjoy being sick because it's that not-quite-sick-but-it-still-gives-me-the-excuse-to-be-a-lazyass kind of sick, but since I've had quite a few of those days recently, I don't have time to stop doing things, even if it's real this time. Yes, I know. Boy, wolf, yadda yadda yadda. My head feels like a clogged drainhole. I'm going to go drown myself in pills before I go to improv.

Watch begins at 11:30, so I am off for lunch and boredom. Unfortunately, no boredom. Instead, I am greeted with another major lube oil leak. I am an engineering casualty waiting to happen. But that's ok.

This is my last chance to go visit Scott before leaving for a while. I have no alibi. He's already gone to bed in The Cave, and his housemates are watching The Natural. They wave as i go by. We talk about a men's radio station, with sports and Stern, and rock, just rock, and maybe some real country, none of that lame stuff.. And he asks me to stay, and i do.. and that's that. Sleeping in the Cave is comforting. I head home in the grey of five (he's overslept, i still have time for another hour of sleep). Early mornings are sometimes very good things, with the memory of kisses hovering still all over my face, and everything smoothed out around my rumpled clothes.